Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.